My buddy Johnny and I travelled the 3 hours from LA out to Indio, CA in the hot ass desert for the 1st N. American stop EVER of the Big 4 – Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, and Anthrax. Now, a 2nd show has been added in NY. So where do I start? Well, I grew up on metal as a young kid (8 years old) and we had a great music store called “heavy metal unlimited” in Saginaw, Michigan that helped feed my thirst for cool metal acts; King Diamond, Exodus, Slayer, Celtic Frost, Ozzy/Black Sabbath, Accept, Quiet Riot, Metallica, Anthrax, SOD, Judas Priest, etc. I can still recall hearing Metallica’s “master of puppets” for the first time – there’s just something incredibly special about that record that I will never forget; I literally can hear it and it takes me back to that day. In 7th grade, I had a SOD back patch on my jean jacket and a skeleton hanging in my locker – my principal thought I worshipped the devil and called my parents who laughed at the fact that I was an “A” student. In 8th grade gym class, we had to do a skit so we did it to an Anthrax metal/rap song; If I could only get that video now. Around 2001, after buying my first house in California, I was at the Home Depot buying some gardening stuff and I turned around in line and it was Kerry King from Slayer – I was like “wow” – California rules!!! Needless to say, this show was something I had to see – as I actually had never seen Anthrax, Slayer or Megadeth play live as my musical choice of concerts changed after high school. Nonetheless, I’m grateful for the experience; especially as we had VIP passes which gave us access right near the stage with over 50,000 fans. I’m old so I had to wear my ear plugs! aha!
Anthrax was on fire – jumping all over the stage and rocking out the thrash metal to old classics like “indians”. Scott Ian is still a machine on guitar!
Megadeth – I wasn’t impressed with how unemotional Dave Mustaine is but nonetheless, their style is very unique and very technical. Peace sells but whose buying will always be a memorable song. Symphony of destruction is another.
Slayer – kudos to their drummer Dave Lombardo- how he plays double bass at that speed is beyond me! Hits like Seasons in the abyss, dead skin mask, etc. Kerry King is still a big guitar shredder. Tom Araya is a bad ass. Jeff Hanneman played only a few songs at the end - apparently something about being ill.
Metallica – it’s obvious when they hit the stage why they are the biggest commercial success in metal music. Beautiful melodies, rhythmic beats, well crafted lyrics that penetrate, etc. This was my 3rd time seeing Metallica over the years and every time, they are great. I was fortunate to go to the MUSICARES charity event held in honor of James Hetfield years ago and got to meet Lars, who was super cool. I hated his whiney ass during the NAPSTER thing but he will always be one of my favorite drummers to watch.
Here’s a proper review from SPIN:
After 30 years, it was the first American show to feature all the members of “The Big 4″ — Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, and Anthrax — the bands whose speed-drunk riffs and apocalyptic imagery vaulted “thrash metal” from cult obsession/Tipper Gore irritant to chart-topping, arena-clogging cultural force. The legendary beefs between bands had been squashed, the phrase “heavy metal Woodstock” had been bandied about, it truly felt like one for the history books. But the reality was more like what Slayer frontman Tom Araya told SPIN a few days earlier: “Even though it’s billed as the Big 4, it’s really more of a Metallica show.”

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Photos by Erik Voake
You could sense it in the crowd of 50,000-or-so, who were whipping out a constellation of camera phones to take photos of The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly playing on the video monitors before Metallica took the stage. You could feel it in the rapturous, reverent smoosh that took over the Metallica audience after a day of lackluster moshing. Hell, be it the 85 degree heat, the older and doughier age range of the attendees, or the mellow California vibes, the circle pits were small, sporadic and downright friendly until maybe 130 minutes into the afternoon, when Megadeth hurled out “Peace Sells.”
But mostly, you could feel it in Metallica, who weren’t going to get shown up by their three most formidable peers. By the end of their second song, 1984′s catch-and-release “For Whom The Bell Tolls,” guitarist Kirk Hammett had taken an extended, shredtastic outro solo, bassist Robert Trujillo had done his trademark crabwalk, and drummer Lars Ulrich was playing chunks of the song standing up.
And then… fireworks!
Metallica had no time for the nostalgia the event implied, and they did all the things that the 1986 Metallica would never do: allowing a plane fly overhead advertising a Mötley Crüe show, using those goofy stands that hold up your acoustic guitar, calling a song “All Nightmare Long” and then playing it. They were a perfect maelstrom of unashamed arena-grade showmanship (fireworks blasted for all the big reveals in “Enter Sandman”) and human, danger-soaked playing (they included more flubbed notes and crooked tempos than the other three bands). The crowd loved them for both. There’s a reason why they’re the only band of the evening with a 10-times platinum album.
That burden should have come with a dash of humility. Even if insincere and forced, it was certainly expected that their stage banter should have maybe included a few more loving tributes to the other three bands, beyond the “Aw look!” when Anthrax’s Scott Ian hugged Mustaine before members of all the bands jammed mightily on Diamond Head’s “Am I Evil?” And after that historic, retweetable moment, Metallica still had to get two more of their own songs in, making sure they ultimately get the last word here.
But Metallica show or not: No matter where Slayer goes, a Slayer show follows. Their version of “Raining Blood” was downright terrifying, boasting an Armageddon-ready tension before that main riff kicks in. Just before the moshpit turned into a gaping maw, someone literally said, “We’re getting the hell out of here!”
Slayer brought not only moshpits, but burly dudes who bulldozed handy thru-way lanes to get to moshpits. Slayer had no patience for the feel-good vibe of the fest even though you could spy the ferris wheel in the JumboTron while drummer Dave Lombardo did the aggro-jazz splatter of “Seasons In The Abyss.” When founding guitarist Jeff Hanneman magically appeared to help on the last two songs (he’s been sidelined due to a flesh eating virus) they didn’t even say so much as “hello.”
Anthrax and Megadeth both played tidy hour-long sets that were high on both hits and melancholy. Dave Mustaine had the most nuanced vocal delivery of the day, the open expanses of “Sweating Bullets” and “A Tout Le Monde” providing a great canvas for his cutting snarl. A Snuffleupagus of cascading hair and a double-necked guitar too heavy to whip around, Mustaine still captivated the audience by staring coldly into their very center. But his icy demeanor was clearly warmed by set’s end, the way he so gratefully mouthed “Thank you, thank you.”
Similarly, Anthrax knew they would be caught up in the moment — two of them wore “Big 4″ T-shirts, they waved an American flag with the Big 4 logo — so they unleashed a fan-pleasing, all-hits, no-goofiness (sorry, “I’m The Man” fans) set of pre-1991 churners. They did deliver the brand new “Fight ‘Em Til You Can’t,” but it was played meaner and harder than anything else in their set. A heavy metal superfan to the core, Scott Ian looked like he was going to cry as he left the stage. Try telling him that this was just a Metallica show.